Not to offend a Pentecostal Alabaman raised in a devoutly religious home, but what in the great holy hell was going on at the Rickshaw last Thursday night? To watch St. Paul and the Broken Bones was to marvel at the strangeness of a bunch of white guys sounding fantastically blacker than Otis Day and the Knights. As evidenced by a completely sold-out Rickshaw, the seven-piece is quickly making a name for itself playing authentically old-school soul music.
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